Quick addition! Diva!Jimmy and BehavingBadly!Harry. You love it and it loves you!

Harry frowned as he watched Jimmy fling his backpack on and stride out the room without a single word. The night before had been a big blur to Harry, remembering only choice few blinks of time. He remembered drinking, oh man did he remember drinking. There was alot of dancing, but everything else was just a big black nothing. Harry knew something had happened last night, Jimmy's distant behavior was evident of that. But what?

Thinking over every possible scenerio, Harry made his way downstairs into the common room. Before he could have another thought pass through his rather aching head, a hand grabbed his and yanked him aside. Harry blinked and found himself staring down into Ginny's guilty brown eyes.

Ginny reached up quickly and covered Harry's mouth before he had a chance to question the abrupt action," Just listen ,ok? "

Harry nodded.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I did last night, I really am...I never meant for it to go so far.Well, i KINDA did but its not like I thought it WOULD, yanno? Oh god, let me start that over..."

Harry kept his eyes on her, more puzzeled than ever.

"I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry, but...But, Harry...I don't regret it...I don't. Infact, I sat up all night thinking about it...I hate that it happened in such a vulgar way, but I'm glad I did it...Do you understand?"

Harry furrowed his brow, struggling to decode what the young Weasley was obviously apologizing for. Obviously it was something rather important and Harry felt guilty for not knowing what it was." Um...I guess..."

"Do you forgive me?" Ginny asked hesitantly.

"Well...Sure, I suppose so."

Ginny grinned and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him close. He had the vague feeling he'd felt her body this close before and a whole new stream of concerns broke over his mind. Next thing he knew, warm, soft lips were pressed against his. Just as quickly as it started, the kiss was over. Harry opened his eyes to look at Ginny, but her gaze was somewhere past his shoulder. Harry turned around and saw a striken Jimmy standing rigidly nearby, his eyes clouded with hurt as he gaped at them.

"Jimmy-" Harry began, but a moment too late.

Jimmy dashed from the room, his face firmly set in a forced neutral state.

Harry didn't speak to his brother for the better part of the day, confused as to what had actually occured the previous night to make Jimmy react in such a startling way. Ok,so, he'd gotten kissed by Ginny, why would Jimmy be so hurt by that? It didn't make sense.

"You going to start your spell or you just happier getting no points for the day?"

Harry started and turned to Seamus at his left," Oh, yeah..Right."

"Whats with you today? Infact, whats with you and Jimmy today? Its the first time since I've met him that he isn't smiling up the bloody room..What happened?" Seamus said, snatching his rabbit as it frantically tried to scamper away.

Harry shrugged," Your guess is as good as mine..I'm at a loss..He won't even look at me."

" Attention, attention please! " Professor McGonagal called over the ructious. " Thank you...Now that you've practiced with the words and wand movement, I want you to go ahead and perform the spell. I will be grading you on the usual. I do not expect any of you will be able to transfigure the rabbit into a bureau yet, so do not worry about not getting it right away... You may start now."

Harry stared down at his brown rabbit and tried to picture it as a small piece of furniture. Where he was going to use this trick was beyond him. Like he would be walking along a road, see a rabbit and have the inkling to change it into a box. Yeah, cause that would happen alot.

"Marvelous! Absolutely SPLENDID!"

Harry looked up to see the Transfiguration Master standing beside a desk in the front, looking quite thrilled. Lifting himself up to see better, Harry saw that it was Jimmy's desk she was standing next to, and Jimmy himself being the cause for the ourburst.

"I have to say, Mr. Potter, that is the quickest and most skillfull transfiguration of a rabbit into a bureau I have seen. Twenty points to Gryffindor," McGonagal gushed, practically beaming with pride.

Harry scrunched his mouth to the side, eyeing his brown ball of fluff more critically. With a flick of his wand, his declared the spell and watched as the poor rabbit took on a flattened look. Its fur turned a dull cedar as handles started to form on its side. The rabbit gave a squeak and jumped before the spell could complete. It scrambled from the desk and darted to the door. Harry gasped and chased the furball down the aisle, stumbling over someone's bookbag. Landing with an awful thud, Harry watched helplessly as the rabbit-bureau scurried out the slightly opened door.

The loud laughter finally caught his ears as he stumbled to his feet. Harry looked round at the class falling all over themselves at his expense. McGonagal gave him a stern look that clearly stated she was not amused. But the face that threw him over the edge was the absolutely ecstatic expression of Jimmy. He seemed the most pleased with the escaped hare and almost appeared to be gloating.

"I suggest you go find your rabbit, Mr. Potter, before it becomes a meal for Mrs. Norris." McGonagal commanded over the laughter.

Just before exiting the door, Harry took one last glance at his brother. Jimmy threw him a secret smug smile, ripping a wave of anger from Harry. Shooting him a cold glare, Harry turned out of the room and raced after his rabbit.

All day long students teased Harry about the rabbit incident. Deep down inside, he knew very well it was his own fault. He'd put much too much power behind the spell, causing the rabbit to feel it and flee for its life. But he would never admit that now. Not after seeing Jimmy look so damn smug after. He'd done very well, even earned Gryffindor a good hunk of points. Never before had Harry seen Jimmy gloat, and the fact that he was right this very second because of Harry's goof, made his insides boil.

Just because something bad had happened last night didn't mean Jimmy had to go acting like an ass. If it had been as bad as he made it out to be, he would've talked to Harry about it and not gone around brooding all morning. So, it clearly wasn't Harry's fault that his brother was hurt. It was Jimmy's and Harry had nothing to do with it.

The little voice that usually comes in and tells you you're being an idiot spoke in the back of Harry's head just then, but he ignored it. If he had been paying attention, he would've heard the voice sigh and mutter something about 'dumbass' under its breath.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

Harry jerked from his reverie to see quite a chaotic sight behind him. A second year Hufflepuff was lying sprawled out on the floor, books and parchment strewn all over the place. A fourth year Slytherin was laying beside him, ink spilled all down her front. Raising his eyes, he met with a furious Jimmy.

"You can't just waltz around here like you're king or something and expect people to jump out of your way," Jimmy spat, helping the boy up.

Harry shook his head, barely realizing HE'D caused the accident. But that didn't matter, Jimmy was accusing him, making all his earlier anger fire up again. " I don't waltz around anywhere. If he had just been watching where HE was going, it wouldn't have happened."

Jimmy blinked at him, then stepped infront of the flustered Hufflepuff," YOU were the one walking like a chicken without a head. He side-stepped around you the last minute and ran into that poor girl there to avoid ramming into YOU."

Harry took a step towards his brother, finding his truth more irritating than ever before," So what? What're you going to do? Tell the headmaster? Or perhaps go crying to McGonagal, lord knows your nose isn't brown enough."

Harry didn't have to wait long to know Jimmy got exactly what he meant. In a few quick strides, Jimmy was nose to nose with Harry, teeth gritted.

"You're just jealous that I can perform spells MUCH more efficently than you ever could," Jimmy hissed through his teeth.

"Thats about all you can do," Harry shot back.

"Atleast I can do SOMETHING right. Atleast I know where my loyalties lie. Atleast I have enough morals to NOT go after my brother's girl."

Harry pushed aside his better judgement, rampaging on with his fury," Oh please.Is that what this is about? Face it, JIMMY, you'll never be me..This is MY world, this is MY life... They'd all rather have the real thing, not just a copy."

Jimmy's eyes widened and for one brief moment Harry thought he saw tears shimmering in the torch light.

The moment passed and Harry found himself lying on his back, furiously struggling with Jimmy. His stomach burned and his face was throbbing like crazy. With a strategic movement of his heels on the back of Jimmy's calves, they flipped over and Harry wildly pounded the boy beneath him.

Cries and shouts echoed off the stone walls as a stampade of feet raced towards the brawl. Before long, several hands yanked Harry off of Jimmy and dragged him back. The brothers struggled against their captors, jerking and twitching to continue beating eachother's faces in.

"ENOUGH!" Snape bellowed.

Jimmy jerked out of the grasps clenching onto him and stormed down the hallway.

"POTTER!" The Potions Master called after him, still keeping his hands on the other brother.

Jimmy disappeared around the corner and Harry vaguely heard ten points each off for Gryffindor. Atleast the points Jimmy had earned earlier were gone now, Harry thought to himself as he followed Professor Snape to the Hospitol Wing.

He let Madame Pomfrey clean his wounds with a grim expression on her face, saying nothing in response to her disappointment in him and his twin. Harry thought nothing more that day.